After the injection, I felt sleepy and my hands and feet relaxed. Mom was sweating all over and screaming in pain.
"Bianca, Bianca." Mom kept repeating that name, as if the name gave her immense courage.
Dad screamed, "Blood? You're bleeding!"
Mom was rushed to the emergency room. I felt so sleepy, as if I could die at any moment. That’s fine. I could continue to wait in line for reincarnation.
Mom, it was better not to give birth to an unloved child. I was still in your belly.
I heard from the doctors and nurses around me that Mom used her supernatural powers to keep me alive. The price she paid was bedridden until I was born and three injections a day to maintain my pregnancy.
Mom didn't care; she only cared about when I could be delivered by cesarean section. My sister's condition worsened and she needed my umbilical cord blood and bone marrow.
To ensure I could be delivered alive by cesarean section at seven months old, she began taking all kinds of supplements. Traditional medicine, bird's nest, sea cucumber—anything nutritious. I didn't like the taste. I kicked upward with all my might, successfully hitting my mother's stomach.
"Ugh." Mom vomited out the undigested nutrients.